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The gossip about her did not cease, sometimes even being voiced in her presence. Initially, Freya would step forward to defend herself, insisting that she had not been defiled, that she was still pure, and had only been beaten and disfigured. But as time went on, she ceased to explain, exhausted by the futile attempts and Blake’s continued cold treatment.
Instead, she confronted Sophie with a mocking tone, “I heard that you all reached the base of the mountain but didn’t come to rescue me. You were hoping I’d die. You’re truly cruel Do you think I’ll kill myself? I won’t. I’ll live better than any of you. I you want me dead, it’s not going to be that easy.”
Sophie looked at her with a small smile. “You’re mistaken. It would be quite easy for me to kill you. I could drag you up the mountain in the middle of the night, throw you from the cliff, and let wild dogs devour your remains, leaving nothing but bones.”
Freya’s expression shifted at her words.
Sophie continued coldly, “Or perhaps, I could slip some poison into your coffee. I could make you wish for death but be unable to obtain it.”
Freya reached out to strike her. “You would dare?!”
Sophie caught her wrist and shoved her to the ground, then coldly said, “I remember how arrogant you were when you first came to speak with me. Where is that arrogance and confidence now?” Freya was infuriated and red-faced, but could do nothing against. Sophie.
“You should focus on recovering,” Sophie sneered. “Your military punishment still awaits you.”
Freya slowly rose to her feet, her eyes cold and defiant. “Do you think I’m afraid? Sophie, even if you achieve great things, I still defeated you. I’m Blake’s wife now, not you.”
Freya’s pride returned, as if merely mentioning Blake could bring a pained expression to Sophie’s face.
But Sophie merely scoffed and sarcastically said, “Congratulations.”
Her dismissive attitude instantly broke Freya’s composure.
“You’re jealous; you just refuse to admit it.”
“Yes, of course,” Sophie said mockingly. “I’m so jealous that you’ve become Mrs. Jaffe, that you’re now the mistress of Valor Estate, and that you’ll be spending sleepless nights attending to that troublesome old woman.”
With that, Sophie laughed and walked away.
During this time, Sophie had been working with Violet and the others to help rebuild the Southern Frontier. Although the days were exhausting, she gradually learned to suppress the pain in her heart. Occasionally, she would share a drink with Rafael and the others, discussing the future of the Southern Frontier.
Rafael was no longer the scruffy figure he once was. He now looked quite handsome, and it was no surprise that he was once called the most attractive man in Starhaven-it seemed there was some truth to that claim.
As spring arrived and the ice and snow melted away, the soldiers stationed in Simonton City prepared to return to the capital. Violet and the others were torn between whether to go back to the capital with them or return to Meadow Ridge.
“Meadow Ridge will always be there, but a triumphant return happens only once in a lifetime. We should go back and receive the people’s praise,” Travis said.
They didn’t have grand ambitions; their greatest aspiration was to perfect their martial arts skills. They didn’t seek to be invincible, only to be able to defeat any opponent they faced.
Suddenly hailed as heroes of the Southern Frontier, they found the new height of their status a bit overwhelming.
With Freya’s injuries nearly healed, it was time for her to face her punishment.
During her time at the Southern Frontier, her relationship with Blake had been in a peculiar state. Her husband seemed to constantly avoid her, yet would still assist her when necessary.
For instance, when she was to be punished, Blake pleaded with Rafael on her behalf, only to be ignored. After failing with the marshal, he turned to Sophie, hoping she might intercede on Freya’s behalf.
“I know it’s presumptuous,” Blake began, “but we’re about to return to the capital. If she endures this punishment now, she won’t be able to withstand the hardships of the journey. All mistakes are mine, I have wronged you…”
Sophie cut him off coldly, “If you know it’s presumptuous and acknowledge your fault, then how do you have the nerve to ask me to intercede for her? And don’t you know that my entire family was slaughtered because of her? I’m the one who most wishes for her death. Yet, you come to me to plead on her behalf? Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with your brain?”
Her words left Blake speechless.
He stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the cold-faced woman before him. In his mind, he saw the face he had glimpsed on their wedding night-radiant and vibrant under the ca. dlelight. His heart ached with bitterness.
“I know I was wrong. I’ve failed you, but I can’t fail her as well,” he said.
Sophie found the situation laughable.
“If that’s the case, why don’t you take the punishment for her? It’s only natural for a husband to take responsibility for his wife.”
Uninterested in witnessing his display of guilt and emotion, Sophie turned and left, heading to Rafael’s tent to request an audience. Rafael was engrossed in carving something, which he immediately covered with a silk cloth upon hearing Sophie’s request. “Let her in.”
Dylan hesitated for a moment before saying, “I just saw General Jaffe speaking to General Devin. I’m afraid she might be here to plead for Freya.”
Rafael glanced at him dismissively. “Do you think General Devin would plead for General Ernst?”
Dylan shrugged, his youthful face displaying a naivety about love.” Maybe she thinks this is a way to win Blake back?”
Rafael paused, then beckoned Dylan closer. “Come here.”
When Dylan stepped forward, Rafael smiled faintly, continuing to gesture. “Come closer, squat down. I see something on your face.”
Dylan touched his face, finding nothing but still crouched down. “It’s been a while since I washed my face…”
His smile vanishing, Rafael slapped Dylan hard across the face and said, “It was dirty.”
Shocked by the slap, Dylan stared wide-eyed at Rafael. “Did I say something wrong?”
Rafael picked up his carving knife and tapped it lightly on Dylan’s head. “Does General Devin even think highly of General Jaffe now? You’re speaking nonsense. Let her in.” “Yes, sir.” Dylan rubbed his head and stood up.
Rafael’s eyes narrowed as he issued a warning, “Do not let what you said slip outside. If you do, I’ll have your scalp removed.”
Dylan gulped nervously. “I understand, sir.”
It seemed Rafael hadn’t forgotten what he said to Melanie before the campaign. However, things were different now-Sophie had been married, and her purity was questionable.
If Rafael still harbored such thoughts and his mother found out, she would surely be furious.
Moreover, since she was coming to Rafael’s tent after Dylan had seen her talking with Blake for quite some time, Sophie was definitely here to plead for Freya.
Sophie entered briskly. After greeting Rafael, she felt a strange unease.
What was wrong with Dylan? Why was he looking at her with such an odd look on his face?
When Rafael gave Dylan a cold look, the latter chuckled and said, “I’ll take my leave, then.”
Once outside, Dylan didn’t stray far. He hid just beyond the entrance to eavesdrop.
“Have a seat,” Rafael told Sophie.